They exchanged glances. No one had any intention of shirking the task.
If anything, they were finally going to get a look inside the door...
Buzz—
Ripples spread through the air.
The door, which they had been unable to open despite all their efforts, now gradually came apart as if it were melting.
Lu Cang slowly began to see what lay beyond it.
Whoosh—
And when he looked inside,
he saw more than just the girl-shaped figure.
He even saw his own back.
He saw Ansu.
None of these scenes were tangible. They were merely blurry reflections, and there was more than one of them.
"This isn't the first time we've spoken."
The girl with ivory-white hair stood serenely in the very center of the space.
Though she was merely standing there, he could sense that she represented the flow of time itself.
But the last time he'd seen her, it had only been when Ansu broke through the portal. Lu Cang had caught a fleeting glimpse of the person beyond it as the portal shattered.
He hadn't seen much more.
This time, however, she had invited them in.
At last, he could see farther beyond the door.
After looking at Ekhatol, he gazed into the distance. In this extraordinarily tranquil space, several different timelines were flowing at once.
Faintly, he could also see several other versions of her wandering about.
And her existence...
Lu Cang's perception and talent gave him a different impression of her.
The feedback from his "God-Tier · Deepest Reality" talent indicated that she was a nonexistent, unreal being.
And yet she was unlike anything else unreal.
If he had to put it into words,
the person before him felt unlike anything he had ever encountered. She was half-real.
Normally, something was either real or unreal.